This collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them.
Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
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The touch of your hands on my skin Such revigorant sin If I was an artist I'd paint you all day I'd kiss your cheeks, and for you I'd pray
I would hold you and trace your lips I would lie with you under an eclipse Memorise the days we'd spend on your boat You driving, and me barely afloat
The summer heat increasing the tension Dreams taking us to a foreign dimension Sand in your hair, blown by the breeze Our hands entwined with undeniable ease
Your tan legs on top of mine With seashells I'd put in a line The sea's salty, damp scent Following wherever we went
You'd tell me your inner most desires The snowstorm, the vines, the wildfires All metaphors, fears and wishes Of stolen moments within our reaches
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